[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up[Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga[Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan.Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters.Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the buildingBrooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)Stand the fuck up!

(Jay-Z)I'm a B. K. BrawlerMarcy projects hallway loitererPure coke copper, get your order upI bring em to Baltimore in the floor to sploreIt's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to FloridaRugged game attenderWith the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fenderI ain't hard to find you catch me frontin centerAt the Knick game, big chain and all my splenderMatch the spike and the pen left to writeI own Madison Square, catch me at the fightBut damn once again if you pan left at the iceIf you the man that write checks with the hand that don't writeI go off the head when I'm rambling on the micAnd I go off the feds when I'm srambling at nightAnd if its off the set I brought hammers to the fightBut we from New York City, right Cam? (Cam: Ya damn right)

(Chorus: Juelz Santana)It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towersWe still banging, we never lost power, tell emWelcome to New York City, welcome to New York CityY'all fuckin with bk's banger and Harlem's own gangsterNow that's danger theres nothing left to shape upWelcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

(Cam'Ron)Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe fromIt don't matter if you three f